’Twas Not You, Love
’Twas not love when the sun rose
Devoted, a friend
As I rest in its shadow
While it kissed me again
’Twas not love when the wind,
From my face, swept my hair
Nor still pond’s reflection,
My eyes as I stare
’Twas not love in the clouds
Sculpting stories to tell
’Twas not to be found
When cloud’s cover befell
’Twas not love in the rain
Soft caress on my cheek
Nor the moon’s wink in day
Crescent sliver, a peek
’Twas not love in the rainbow
A promise to keep
In joy and sorrow
Tender watch over me
’Twas not love when the birds
Serenaded me, sweet
Or the home that they built
In the old Maple tree
’Twas not love when the river
Cresting its banks
Swallowed me over
Fervor un-contained
’Twas not love in the meadow
Bouquets fresh, in bloom
Gentle breeze and its echo
Swaying treetops in tune
’Twas not love as I daydreamed
Beneath the tree’s shade
A mirage it all seemed
In the heat of the day
’Twas not love, the green grass
Each blade tickling my feet
Or the blanket of topaz
My cover to sleep
’Twas not love; eve’s sunset
Coral-pink artistry
Fiery flamed portrait
Love’s intensity
’Twas not you, my dear love
Now with nature, as one
Restituted to dust
From whence you did come
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